My dream house

We Don’t Live Here Anymore

Watch the shadow cross the floor (sun in an empty room)
We don’t live here anymore (sun in an empty room)

Sun in an empty room, The Weakerthans

So our 190 boxes had been moved to the new house and it was time to go back and take one last look at where we used to live.

It had been pouring down rain all day.  As I stepped into my old living room for the last time, the sun came out.  It hit me that this would be the last time I’d see the sun slant across this floor.  We don’t live here anymore. Continue reading


Paris Cries, Junior does not

When I heard of the attacks in Paris, my heart broke. Is this what the civilized world had come to? Yet junior seemed unmoved.

While watching the CBC, tears streaming down my face, I worried about my friends, my friend’s friends, my family in DK, my family in Italy. Where would the cowardly acts of stupidity stop?

Junior says, “It’s not happening here, it’s not happening to people I know. I’ll save my tears for then, otherwise I’ll run out of tears.” I understand that. He’s watched me cry for almost a decade but I haven’t run out yet. Continue reading


Remembrance Day

Remembering those who Fought

There is a cemetery in Coriano, Italy.  Mostly Canadians are buried there.

The battle of Coriano Ridge was hard won by the Canadians but it proved to be the turning point in the battle for Italy.  As a Canadian, I never have learned about this battle, never even knew this cemetery existed.

It was an Italian I met by chance that insisted that I needed to go and see this cemetery.  “You are Canadian!  You must go!” he insisted. Continue reading